The daughter is a little cotton-padded jacket, so what is the son? This metaphor is so heartbreaking

Before giving birth, I had a friend who gave birth to a daughter and a son.

At several gatherings, she only brought her daughter but not her son. He said that his son was too naughty and he didn’t want to take care of him, so he left it at home for his grandma to take care of him!

I joked: "People tend to favor boys over girls, but you are better off, preferring girls over boys! Be careful if I tell your son when he grows up."

My friend said helplessly: "It's not that I'm biased, it's just that I really can't deal with the two of them! My son is going to knock the roof off when he comes over!"

I scoffed.

Later, I attended a dinner party she organized at her home and finally met her son.

When mom packs a box of toys with her front legs, he will knock them all to the ground with a clatter on his back legs.

Do you think it would be fun if he poured it out? No, no, no, he immediately climbed onto the back of the sofa and walked tremblingly, saying he was crossing a bridge.

It was okay to cross the bridge, but he suddenly "plopped" towards the toy on the ground, saying he wanted to see which car Superman could jump onto.

After a while, he ran to the bathroom and took out the water gun to catch the bad guys. Water was everywhere on the floor and clothes.

While the friend was busy greeting the guests, he was also competing with his son in a battle of wits and courage.

I don’t remember how I finished the meal. I just remember that before I left, I said to my friend sincerely: "It’s so hard for you!"

Later, I also gave birth to a daughter and a son.

I have to sigh, they were both born by me, but there is such a big difference.

The experience of raising a daughter is completely useless when it comes to a son!

That little creature called Son is always full of energy and makes you doubt your life every minute.

In the kindergarten, when others were listening quietly to the class, he could not even sit still and insisted on finding someone to play with him. If others ignored him, he would poke them with his little finger;

When you go out to play, you just get out of the car and put away your things. Without paying attention, someone has already rushed to the playground;

You accidentally knock off one of the blocks he built, and he immediately pulls it apart. He screamed, and pushed them all down with a crash, and then asked you to build him an identical one;

Finally got him to bed, drinking water, peeing, playing with Transformers, and asking you to follow him. He performed the extinction of the dinosaurs...

And my daughter, she will put on my new princess dress and dance for me;

She will quietly play a song for me My favorite music;

She would clumsily cut a plate of fruit for me;

She would remind my family to keep their voices down when I felt uncomfortable;

She can wash up, read and sleep by herself...

My best friend said that her four-year-old daughter took the initiative to sleep by herself at night and told her thoughtfully: "Mom, please help your brother with his homework. Don't worry. I will I will take care of myself."

The best friend who was having a rough time with her son a second ago was both heartwarming and dumbfounded.

I have seen such a joke:

Someone even joked:

My son is like skin. Jackets can't block the wind in winter, but are too hot to wear in summer and are expensive. Only you know about the boils that cover your body, and you have to endure bragging everywhere.

The joke reveals the different feelings of parents in raising boys and girls.

In order to raise my son, I need to have a strong body to resist his strong energy;

I need to have super patience to endure his endless entanglement;

I want to study education and protect his nature;

I want to study psychology and understand his behavior;

…

But in During this process, I also developed "eighteen martial arts skills" and unknowingly transformed into a super mother.

Whether they are boys or girls, they all give us different life experiences and make us feel the wonder and beauty of life.

Boys’ vitality urges us to keep learning and become stronger selves;

Girls’ thoughtfulness and understanding make us gentle and content, making us the happiest people.

Children are a mirror to their parents. Parents use this mirror to constantly reflect on themselves and correct themselves.

When a child is least lovable, it is precisely when it needs love the most.

In the end, we will meet better each other through the running-in with our children.

There is a poem "Choosing a Mother" written by a primary school student that has touched countless people:

We always feel that we love our children very much, and Gu Ying feels pity for our efforts and sacrifices for our children. In fact, children have always loved us unreservedly in their own way.

Once I was playing downstairs with my daughter and son, and I saw an old lady with gray hair and a stumbling step.

My daughter asked me: "Mom, will you be this old in the future?"

I said: "Yes!"

My daughter suddenly became famous. Eye circles, he said sadly: "Mom, I don't want you to grow old, don't want to grow old!"

The son on the side quickly comforted his sister: "Sister, don't worry, when I grow up, I will take care of you. With my mother, my mother said that I am the little man in our family!"

A wave of warmth suddenly surged in my heart.

It turns out that whether they are boys or girls, their love and attachment to us are the same.

Thank you, my boys and girls!

I will love you well and live up to your love for me.